A/N: Sooooooo… next chapter… :) I'm glad some of you don't hate Lewis as much as they did in the beginning anymore, even though I *DO* understand, that it's still difficult to like him… or Michael for that matter… they might seem to be the total "baddies" but they are not…
This Chapter will "heat up" quite a bit when it comes to Lewis and Jackson and you'll see that Jackson can give as good as he gets… ;-)
Hope you like it… comments – as always – make us very happy!
Enjoy Chapter 26!
Lewis Avery POV:
Lewis woke up with a strange feeling in his stomach: happiness. Contentedness. Something he hadn't felt in a very long time. When he turned around, he looked directly at the sleeping face of one Alex Karev, and he just had to smile. He knew it was wrong, oh so wrong, but he hadn't felt this satisfied in a very long time. Knowing that Jackson didn't like it, only added to that feeling, and he just knew he would go on with it.
He leaned on his elbow just watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful and just as happy and content as Lewis, so Lewis slid closer and closed his eyes once again. He wasn't so much of a cuddling type. He had been back then with Tyler, but he had broken that habit once things with Tyler had ended. He had never ever let someone in that close again.
Apart from Michael, that was, but Michael was his best friend and he loved him like the brother Jackson never had been. And Michael was just like him in this thing. Michael wasn't that much of a cuddler, either, and they both seemed to be cold and distant on the outside, but deep inside they weren't. They were so much alike, it still surprised Lewis sometimes.
When he felt Alex move, he looked up, only to be greeted by his beautiful brown eyes. They were brown with a shade of something else, something Lewis couldn't quite name, but he liked to look at them.
"Good morning," Alex murmured, closing his eyes again only a mere seconds later.
"Someone's not a morning person, huh?" Lewis asked, shifting closer to the warm body Alex was, and god, that felt good, and he had to admit, he kind of missed it. Missed that. Missed waking up next to another person, even though he was sure he wasn't going to have that ever again. Not the way he had it with Tyler.
Maybe coming here wasn't this good of an idea after all, because of course seeing Jackson again had opened old wounds. Wounds he thought were already healed, but the mere mention of Tyler's name had brought all the memories back.
So he was thankful for Alex to show up on his doorstep.
"Don't you have to work today?" Lewis asked curiously when Alex turned around and acted like he was just going back to sleep again.
"Late shift," Alex just murmured and Lewis couldn't help the grin appearing on his lips.
"Is there something I can do to wake you up? I don't wanna spend the whole morning watching your back," he complained.
"Nah... don't think so... I'm tired..." Alex gave back and Lewis shifted closer once again.
"I think I'll try to get you up anyways..." he replied, moving against Alex' back and letting him feel his morning erection. First he hadn't planed to go for the morning sex, but after watching Alex being like that, he just couldn't help it anymore.
He started rubbing himself against Alex, causing the other man to moan out loud and when Lewis let his hand slid over his hip and to the front, he noticed Alex was hard as well.
"Seems like not all parts of you are still asleep..." he said, grinning satisfied. Oh yes, this would be a very satisfying day.
When Alex turned around, Lewis didn't waste any time and crawled on top of him, feeling Alex spreading his legs welcomingly. Alex had his eyes still closed, but his mouth was open and his breathes already came very raged.
"You like to be woken up like that?" Lewis asked.
Alex nodded, finally opening his eyes. "I could get used to that..."
"Me too," Lewis admitted, leaning down and kissing Alex on the lips, starting out gently and sweet and turning into something very hot and longing within a couple of seconds. He sucked Alex' tongue in his mouth and played with it, while he was still thrusting against Alex' body and just enjoying the feeling. It didn't always have to be penetration for him to enjoy sex. This was sometimes so much better, and it felt so incredible to feel Alex that way.
"Lewis... god, Lewis... you're driving me crazy," Alex moaned into the kiss.
"That was my plan," Lewis replied, once they broke apart, just grinning at him, before he let a hand slide between their bodies and grabbed both of their cocks with it and rubbing it simultaneously.
Alex' hands grabbed his shoulders and he reared up against Lewis, letting out a cry of pleasure.
"Lewis... Lewis..." His name rolled off Alex' lips like a prayer and Lewis couldn't believe how much he loved the sound of it coming from Alex' mouth.
Alex fingers buried inside of his shoulder blades when he increased his speed and Lewis knew he would leave Marks, but he didn't care at all. Maybe he could even accidently show them to Jackson once he was back at hospital. He had his first therapy session with this Mark guy in the afternoon and maybe he could find out more about Jackson from him.
Mark was Jackson's mentor after all, and he was sure they had spent a lot of time together since Jackson had decided to take plastics as his speciality.
Shaking his head, he shook away those thoughts about Jackson. He wanted to concentrate on Alex right now. Only on him. He didn't need Jackson or Tyler or anyone else to cloud his mind, so he kissed Alex again and it completely took away every other thought.
Alex kissed him back like there was no tomorrow, still clinging to him, and maybe - just maybe - he was feeling the same. Maybe he was trying to get some rueful thoughts out of his head with this as well. With this thing between them. It would make sense after all.
"Lewis... you're... incredible..." Alex hissed, letting his hands slide down Lewis' back to his ass and teasing his entrance with his finger. His wet finger. Lewis hadn't even noticed Alex wetting his finger with his saliva, but he liked that Alex was thinking practical. Just like him. Oh yeah, they were a really good fit.
When Alex inserted the first finger, Lewis reared up. "Oh God..." he blurted out, letting his head fall into his neck. "You're... awesome."
"I know," Alex replied with a satisfied smile. "Wanna have my cock inside of you?"
"What if I say no?" Lewis replied, still pumping their cocks. "I enjoy what we're doing right now way too much to move."
"Well... then I think I'll go on playing with this nice little hole of yours..." Alex replied, starting to thrust inside of Lewis with his finger.
"I'd like that..." Lewis replied, kissing him again and again, while moving against him.
"Me too," Alex replied, burying his head in Lewis' neck and closing his eyes.
Lewis liked to be with Alex. Maybe because they were so much alike, and they kind of needed each other right now. He knew he would enjoy it as long as it lasted, even though it hadn't been what he had intended to do, but sleeping with Alex didn't mean he couldn't sleep with anyone else after all. And Alex of course had the same rights, but he would tell him that later, and he hoped Alex didn't want anything more to come out of this, because he definitely couldn't give him that.
Jackson Avery POV:
Jackson had his legs around Mark's waist as the man pummelled into him. It had felt like such a long time since the two had been this intimate and Jackson missed it.
To have Mark this close and making him feel this way made Jackson forget everything that was waiting for him outside of that apartment.
Lewis. Alex. Michael.
None of it mattered when Mark was whispering in his ear that he loved Jackson as he fastly approached his peak. It felt like it both lasted forever and not nearly long enough.
Once it was over and Jackson had Mark wrapped in his arms he focused on the older man's breathing. The steady repetition calmed him; made him feel more at ease then he had in a long time.
"I missed you" Mark whispered as he lay with his head on Jackson's chest "not just this, but everything"
"Me too" Jackson looked down at Mark and smiled "I wish I-" he tried to say before cutting himself off.
"You wish what?" Mark asked as he looked up at Jackson.
"I wish I could be better for you" it was the most honest Jackson had been with him since the day Tyler called to tell him Lewis was coming to Seattle.
Mark sat up and turned to look at him. Grabbing Jackson's face in his hands Mark gave him a quick kiss "You are already more then I could have ever possibly hoped for"
Jackson felt his stomach flutter at the words. When he saw himself in Mark's eyes he remembered why he loved the man so much. Part of him wanted to tell Mark everything. When Jackson had told him about his father Mark acted better then he ever would have imagined.
Still, what if that wasn't what was going to happen? What if Mark found out that Jackson had slept with his brother's fiancé for no other reason besides him knowing that it was going to hurt Lewis?
What if Mark hated Jackson for tricking him into falling in love?
Jackson kissed the man passionately "You have no idea how much I love you"
"I have a pretty good idea" Mark said with a smile "who else could sit with me and watch 3 Will Farrell movies in one night; if that's not love I don't know what is"
Jackson laughed and pulled Mark in for a hug "The reward was well worth it" he looked down between he and Mark's body at the dried up evidence of their last encounter.
"I'm all up for another round of gratitude" Mark said "but I know it's pretty late in the morning and you have work in a couple hours"
"I'm sure there is something we could do to pass the time"
"How about we jump in the shower and get each other squeaky clean, then dirty, then clean again" Mark said "then I have some of that chicken parmesan you insisted on making last night, despite the awesome pizza we ordered"
"Eli asked if I could cook something for his brother's birthday" Jackson lied.
Eli was still a sticky subject with Mark. He and Eli hadn't really talked since the blow-up at the hospital, but Jackson knew both men wanted to put it behind them.
That subject was something he didn't want to focus on right now, though.
"How about that shower?" he asked
"Sounds perfect" Mark responded as he stood and pulled Jackson up with him. He walked backwards towards the bathroom with Jackson in his arms.
"See how dirty you make me" Mark smiled as he kissed Jackson's neck.
"You haven't seen anything yet" Jackson told him and once the two were in the bathroom Jackson closed the door swiftly.
The morning had been everything Jackson could have asked for and walking into his office he felt the complete absence of tension.
He had a ligament repair surgery in 30 minutes so putting the chicken parmesan in the mini-fridge for later he left his office and headed down towards the lockers.
Jackson could have easily moved his scrubs set into his office, but habit had kept him from doing it. Depending on his schedule it could have been the only time he had gotten to see April, Alex, or Meredith so he thought it best to still use it for as long as he could.
Walking in Jackson was surprised to see it empty. This time of day usually saw the place filled with at least a few residents milling around. It wasn't until he turned the small corner and almost ran directly into Lewis that Jackson realized he wasn't alone.
"Watch your step there baby bro" Lewis said with a smile.
"What are you doing in here?" Jackson asked curtly "don't you have your own office"
"Don't you?" Lewis retorted "besides, Alex said he has a shirt in here I could borrow"
Looking at the locker Lewis was using and noticing that it was Alex's Jackson narrowed his eyes "I think your little arrangement has run it's course, especially after last night" Jackson told him with a smirk.
"You think so?" Lewis asked curiously as he took off his shirt and turned his back to Jackson "I certainly couldn't tell from the way he left these scratches on my shoulders"
Seeing the reddened marks that aligned Lewis' back Jackson knew they had to be recent. Too recent to have been done before Alex stormed out of his office the previous day.
"You feel good about yourself?" Jackson asked.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You know Alex is only doing this thingwith you because he's having a hard time with his girlfriend"
"Girlfriend?" Lewis laughed "after the things I got to see that guy do last night you really expect me to believe he has a girlfriend?"
"He does" Jackson walked towards his brother "Her name is April and no matter what happened between you two; he loves her"
"Aren't you the bleeding heart romantic?" Lewis said sarcastically "well, let me clue you in Jackie; Alex may have had a girlfriend, but that's about as dead as your virginity"
"Way to have some self respect" Jackson said with a laugh.
"You're chastising me about self respect?" Lewis asked incredibly "just because you dress up and play doctor doesn't mean that little whore isn't still there underneath; tell me Jackie, how many people have you fucked in this hospital alone?"
"That Lexie chick, the new boyfriend...who else?
"April" a voice said walking up to the two.
"Alex" Jackson said surprised "how long have you been there?"
"Long enough" Alex said as he shot daggers at him. Jackson couldn't believe how bad it had gotten between them.
"Is that right?" Lewis said laughing as Alex walked over to him and Lewis pulled the man close to his body.
"Yup" Alex told him as he placed a kiss on Lewis' lips, causing Jackson to turn away "he was even her first".
"So is that the real reason you're angry?" Lewis asked "I got to Alex before you did and ruined your sexual bingo card?" Lewis stood behind Alex with the man wrapped in his arms and Lewis' chin on Alex's shoulder.
Alex laughed at the remark.
Jackson knew he should just walk away. He was outnumbered with both Lewis and Alex, but the last comment had given him an irrational sense of anger.
"Pathetic" Jackson said "you two stand there trying to make me believe you have anything together besides the mutual satisfaction you get from getting your dicks sucked. I actually really wanted you and April to work out, Alex, but I'm starting to see that maybe you actually aren't good enough for her".
Jackson could see Alex ball up his fist as he tried to hold in his anger.
"Lewis" he turned to his brother "you know you're not anything but his second best option, right? Although I guess when it comes to the people you sleep with you always are"
The words had stunned both men and Jackson looked at them, Lewis' arms dropping from around Alex's side. It took less then a second for Lewis to charge at him and slam Jackson against the row of lockers. The last thing he heard before Lewis punched him was Alex screaming for him to stop.
Lewis Avery POV:
Lewis stared at Jackson's body in shock. He couldn't believe that his brother got to him like that again.That he still managed to hurt him like that. That Lewis still reacted to his comments. That he still lost control like this. He knew he should have been stronger. He knew he should have tried to compose himself, tried to hide his feelings, but Jackson's comment had made him think about Tyler, and the moment he had found out about Jackson and him.
He barely noticed Alex moving towards Jackson and trying to shake him awake, only noticed that Jackson was conscious again and immediately took a step backwards.
He was still shocked about how deeply Jackson's comment had hurt him, and all of a sudden he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. He couldn't bear to be in the same room with Jackson for even a second longer.
Without any further look at Alex or Jackson, he turned around and stormed out of the locker room, down the stairs and through the hospital door.
He leaned against the closest wall; taking a few deep breathes and the thoughts of Tyler clouded his mind, breaking his heart once again. He thought those wounds had healed, but obviously they hadn't, and Jackson telling him once again that he hadn't been good enough for Tyler... that he had only been second best for him broke his heart all over again. He had thought Tyler and he had been happy, but obviously there had been something missing. Obviously there had been something Jackson had given Tyler and he wasn't able to give him.
"Lewis... are you alright?" A familiar voice pulled Lewis out of his thoughts and he turned to look at Michael.
"Okay... stupid question, you're not..." Michael went on without waiting for an answer, moving towards Lewis and looking him in the eye. "What happened?"
Lewis bit his lower lip, trying to compose himself, but his whole body was shaking. Only now he felt a pain in his hand. The adrenaline must have blocked it out, but now it hurt from the punch.
"Jackson... he... he..." Lewis started, but he just couldn't finish his sentence. He felt totally out of place and he had no idea how to get out of this feeling that literally controlled him that moment.
"Lewis, look at me..." Michael requested, gently placing a hand on Lewis' shoulder and when Lewis looked up at him, it was like a curse was broken and he slowly but surely came back to reality.
"What did that asshole do this time?" Michael asked, rubbing Lewis' arm consolingly. "I swear, I'm gonna kill him, if he goes on hurting you."
"It's my own fault," Lewis replied. "I shouldn't let him get to me that way anymore. I should be stronger. I should be able to outclass him. Why the fuck can't I just close this chapter of my life for good?"
"Because Tyler was the love of your life, Lewis. And you can't just ignore that fact." Michael replied, pulling him into a hug Lewis immediately leaned into.
"I hit him, Michael... what if he tells the chief?" Lewis looked up at him. "What if he fires me for attacking one of his employees?"
Michael shook his head immediately. "He won't do that."
"How can you be so sure?" Lewis asked, letting out a sigh.
"Because I'm not gonna let him ruin your life anymore than he already has. I'm your best friend, and even though I doubt he's gonna tell the chief, I will make sure he really doesn't," Michael replied, gently rubbing Lewis' back before letting go of him.
"I will tell you something right now. Something I should have told you earlier, but you have to promise, that you will listen till the end and not be mad at me."
Lewis tilted his head. "That sounds serious."
Michael swallowed. "I know who Jackson's boyfriend is. Or at least, I'm pretty sure I know."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Lewis asked, feeling slightly disappointed. Not even a minute ago Michael had told him that he was his best friend and now he kept a secret like that from him?
"Because..." Michael let out a heavy sigh. "Because I wanted to use this knowledge... The truth is I like it here. A lot. And I wanna stay. I wanna stay the head of neuro, but if this Shepherd comes back, I might not be able to. Jackson can help me with that. He's the head of plastics at the moment after all, and the chief kind of listens to the advice his people give him. I wanted Jackson to have my back. To make him vouch for me."
Confused, Lewis looked up at him. "But why? What else is there to get for you?"
Michael smiled predominant. "First, because Shepherd is the best friend of his boyfriend. How do you think he will react if he finds out that Jackson went behind his back and gave me his vote instead of his best friend?"
Lewis couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips. He actually really started feeling better already. Michael was a genius, and he couldn't have picked a better friend.
"I'm sure there is something else..." Lewis replied, looking at Michael curiously.
"Well... Since Shepherd is more or less gone, his wife, Meredith is under my service... and she's awesome." An almost dreamy look appeared on Michael's face.
"And you like her..." Lewis replied matter-of-factly.
"Well..." Michael rubbed the back of his neck, seeming slightly embarrassed. "I think she's better off without him. Because of him she left neuro surgery, and that is such a waste of her talent. She's brilliant in it, and I can bring out the best in her. With him, she will never be able to fully develop. All the things she could do... all the things we could do together..."
"Wow..." Lewis grinned. "You reallyhave a crush on her."
"I have not," Michael objected, but his cheeks turned slightly red, a clear sign that he was lying.
"Whatever..." Lewis replied, patting Michael's shoulder. "I'm gonna help you. You're gonna get the job and the girl, and I'll get my revenge on Jackson."
"Thank you..." Michael smiled at him. "So you wanna know who Jackson's boyfriend is?"
Lewis shook his head. "No... not yet... you'll let me know when the time is right, okay? I don't need to know before then, because I trust you and I know you're going to do the right thing. Besides, I have a vague idea anyways."
"Thank you!" Michael commented, pointing to the hospital with his head. "Ready to get back in? I think I need to have a serious talk with your asshole brother."
"I'll be inside soon. See you later?" Lewis asked, just needing a couple more minutes to really understand everything that had just happened.
"Sure... I'm glad you're feeling better now." And with those words Michael turned around and entered the hospital again, leaving Lewis all by himself.
He seriously had the best friend he could imagine, and he would do all in his willpower to help him get what he wanted, since Michael was willing to risk so much for him as well. He really felt a lot better knowing that Michael would always have his back. He didn't need Jackson at all. He was his brother, yes, and there were times when he wished they could just be brothers again, but in moments like the one just happened he wanted the opposite. To never see him again. Maybe some day they were really able to keep their distance to each other and not bother one another one anymore.
Jackson Avery POV:
Jackson had awoken in the locker room with Alex standing over him and Lewis looking like he had just been shot. By the time he had regained his senses his brother was already out of the room and Alex was pulling him up by his shoulder.
Once he was on his own two feet Jackson stepped away from Alex and walked to his own locker. Opening it up he grabbed his scrubs and was about to walk out before he felt Alex reach for him.
"You are going to tell me what the hell that was about?"
Looking back at the man Jackson could feel the welt that was already forming under the eye that Lewis had hit him.
"No" he said and held his scrubs closer to his chest.
"Jackson" Alex exclaimed "wait"
He didn't. Jackson walked out of the locker room and headed back to his office. He would start changing in his office from now on. Things were safer in his office.
Walking in he was just about to close his door when Michael came barrelling through and startled Jackson to the point that he took several steps back in fear.
Michael had slammed the door shut behind him and stared at Jackson with the same look of contempt that Lewis had given him only a few minutes before. The two had obviously discussed him and Jackson's fight.
"I have surgery in 15 minutes"
"I should bash your goddamn face in" Michael said ignoring Jackson's comment and walking up to him.
Jackson kept his focus on the floor "Lewis already took care of that"
"He means a lot to me" Michael said "and I will not stand by and let you do this to him again, you hear me?"
Jackson looked up at him and sneered "How about what he does to me?"
"He doesn't do anything that you don't completely deserve" Michael told him "you slept with the man he was going to marry the night before his wedding; what world do you live in where you don't understand that whatever Lewis dishes out to you won't even begin to add up to what you have done to him?"
Every good feeling from his morning with Mark had completely left his body. The familiar dread at the pit of his stomach was back and it was stronger then ever.
The two were silent until Michael let out a sigh "I wish you could know how it feels to actually care about somebody enough to not put yourself first all the time"
"I do" Jackson said defiantly. He loved Mark, enough to sacrifice anything to keep the man happy.
"Who, Sloan?" Michael asked "you can stand there and lie to me...lie to yourself, but we both know that something inside of you is broken"
Grabbing Jackson's face in his hands Michael stared him directly in the eyes " You're damaged Jackson and there just isn't any fixing it".
The words had shaken him. It wasn't just Jackson's paranoid imagination that felt like he was too far beyond repair. Even if Michael had said the words just to hurt him Jackson could ignore it, but the look of pity in the man's eyes told Jackson that it was true.
All of it.
"The sad part is that Lewis does love you" Michael said "it's the reason you can still get to him using the one thing that completely tears him apart"
"Dr. Avery" Eli's voice said from the other side of the door "You're being paged to O.R. 2"
"I have surgery" Jackson whispered as he looked back down at the floor.
Shaking his head Michael turned and headed for the door "We're having lunch here after your surgery so I hope you made something good"
Jackson nodded his head "I did". His voice sounded foreign to even his own ears. It was distant and completely void of anything worthwhile.
"Good; we have some important things to discuss"
Michael had walked out to Eli standing there looking concerned. Once the surgeon was gone Eli took a cautious step inside Jackson's office he took notice of the slumped shoulders "You okay Avery?"
"Fine" Jackson said, but he couldn't stop the crack in his voice as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him "I'll be there in 10"
Eli looked as if he wanted to push the subject, but knew now was not the best time to do so.
"Okay" he told Jackson and made his way back to the main lobby.
The surgery was a simple enough procedure and it helped Jackson to focus. The welt under his eyes was already turning from red to purple and he tried not to think of what lie he would have to tell.
An hour later and Jackson was once again sharing his office with Michael as the man ate the food he had prepared.
"You have a gift" Michael said around a mouthful of chicken "I think you missed your calling"
Jackson looked up briefly at Michael "Thanks" he responded. His eye was fully bruised and he wanted nothing more then to scratch the surrounding skin, but that would do nothing but inflame it further.
He was going over his post-op charts and was trying to ignore Michael's feet as they lay only a few inches away from him as the man sat with his legs on Jackson's desk.
"What are you going to do about that?" Michael asked as he pointed his fork towards Jackson's face.
"I don't know"
Sitting up Michael walked around Jackson's desk.
Seeing Michael move put Jackson on high alert in an instant. He watched the man pull something small and silver from his back pocket and when Michael took hold off his shoulder Jackson involuntarily jumped.
"Relax" Michael said "I'm not going to hit you". He looked at Jackson with a sympathetic stare.
"What is that?" Jackson asked
"Foundation" Michael said "I used to use it when I did triple shifts"
"Makeup?" Jackson chuckled.
"Shut up" Michael said "do you wanna explain to Owen why you look like you just went a round with Mike Tyson?"
"I can't believe you wear make up" Jackson laughed as Michael once again grabbed his face and held it up to the light.
"I got the idea from one of the attendings at my first hospital" Michael said "patients got nervous if their doctors looked like they just got off a bender, so he used this to cover up the baggy eyes"
Michael used the pad to lightly graze around Jackson's eyes. The skin was still tender so if too much pressure was added Jackson flinched, but surprisingly Michael was amazingly gentle in his technique.
It took about 15 minutes, but once Michael was done he grabbed Jackson's hand and led him into the bathroom to look in the wall mirror.
To Jackson's astonishment the purple discolouring was gone and besides the puffiness you couldn't tell anything had happened.
"Thank you" Jackson said sincerely "I mean it"
With a nod Michael walked back into the main office and took his original seat and grabbed his food.
"I need you to do me a favour" Michael said.
"I figured" Jackson responded disappointingly.
"I know you think I hate you or something, but I don't" Michael told him "I just...Lewis is important to me and he needs to have my loyalty"
Jackson took his seat once more and looked at Michael "What do you want me to do?"
"Talk to Owen; today" Michael said "I need to know if he is at least thinking about keeping me on"
"How do you expect me to just bring that up?" Jackson asked "It would look awfully suspicious"
"You're a smart guy Avery" Michael said "your brother never denied that fact and of what I've seen I agree; I'm sure you'll figure something out"
"Have you told Lewis yet?" Jackson asked.
"No, but it's only a matter of time" Michael told him "I'll be a good man to have on your side when he does find out, though"
Jackson couldn't deny that fact. Lewis seemed to listen to Michael and that could help Jackson in some way.
"Okay"
"Good" Michael said as he stood "also, be nicer to your brother"
Jackson suddenly felt like a scolded child "I know it may be hard to believe, but I love him too. He just doesn't make it very easy"
"Family never is"
"I won't sit by and watch him hurt the people I care about" Jackson said "I can't"
Turning around Michael walked to the door and was about to open it before looking back at Jackson "It's not up to you, but if I ever find him in the position I did today because of you I will make you deal with me"